Song of the Hour

Not this hour, my love?
It is here too soon.
Please don't let me go.

How do the stars smile?
Fists clench even now
to strike the cheek of my master.

The carpenter's hands that will
dry my tears forever
clench too, in unanswered prayer.

Eyes that won't look away
from my lost soul
will soon see no more.

Lips that told me
everything I've ever done
must be stilled.

Even tonight, those lips sing
a lullaby so sweet that
I cannot believe it is for me.

Those eyes
both unveil and burn away
all my pain.

Only one God
could kneel and wash away
the dust on my feet.

And only you, my love,
would trade a throne of light
for a mantle of blood.

Not so soon, my Lord?
This dark and worthy hour.
Please never let me go.
Never let me go.